Wang Chuxuan slept for a while, it was just midnight at this time, and after waking up, he went to find Wen Jing to start training, for him to become stronger, there is no day or night.

Wen Jing felt strange after being shaken awake, but everything was according to his consciousness, and he didn't say much to come to the martial arts training ground with him.

Wang Chuxuan is not a person who is willing to give up easily, although he really wants to give up.

Dizziness and vomiting, tearing eardrums, and the pain of falling, Rao's body, which has amazing recovery and adaptability, has also been broken miserably again and again.

Puzzled, his thinking will not become blank in the air, the whole mind comes to life, he slowly adapts to this speed, whether it is the scene of extreme speed in flight, or the body's endurance, it is improving little by little, but this training method has not been effective, he always has no time to switch to the body of the long strand, I don't know where the problem is.

Wen Jing is also very strange, he tried a few times on the ground, as long as he was given enough time, he could slowly switch to a long body, and even as the number of changes increased, the time became faster, but the effect was much better than in the sky, or there was no effect in the sky at all.

Wen Jing thought for a while and said, "I see! ”

Wang Chuxuan was puzzled: "That's?"

Wen Jing explained: "You can use the power of the wind in the air, but you can't switch the body of the long strand at all;

I was thinking, crows are bird-like spirit animals, and they are born to use the wind, so you can control the wind;

And the long strand is the spirit of the earth, that is the only creature that can escape from the earth, presumably only if you are on the ground, can you escape the earth;

The reason why it can't work in the air is that the moon blade absorbs the power of the earth, so to speak!

Although you have the ability of both, you can use only half a pound and eight taels, and I also wonder why the crow spirit can't use the wings that the crow spirit gave you if you can control the wind;

So we're going to try again. ”

Wang Chuxuan said curiously: "What are you trying this time?"

"You have to put all your mind into communicating with the Raven Spirit, don't control the wind, just think about getting the wings out, this time only the wings. ”

Wang Chuxuan nodded solemnly in agreement, and then was thrown into the sky by Wen Jing.

Not long after, as he landed after reaching the commanding heights, Wang Chuxuan, who did not control the wind, began to crash into the enchantment again.

"Boom!" fell to the ground.

Wen Jing shook her head regretfully, and said, "It's even more serious than I thought, my teacher and I overestimated your actual ability, although you can still use the ability of the person or spirit beast you killed;

But I don't know why, it's been completely weakened, you can escape, but the time is slow, and it takes a long time, of course, if it's an assassin mission that is not in a hurry, your ability is still very strong;

You can control the wind, but you can't conjure the wings of the Raven Spirit, and maybe your switching ability also needs to be like your ascension, a little bit of training can be improved little by little, which is a race against time. ”

Wang Chuxuan immediately became sharp, and then secretly felt sad in his heart.

Wang Chuxuan thought in his heart, this is definitely not the weakening of ability, but the deprivation of ability, the power I gained by killing people must have been plundered by Mo Xiaolin and Mo Xiaoya, so it led to the loss of one out of ten.

Sighing, Wen Jing immediately comforted: "It's okay! We can practice slowly, please trust me! As long as I help you, I can definitely make you strong, I swear with my life." ”

Wang Chuxuan shook his head and said, "Don't joke with your life! If I hadn't learned martial arts, wouldn't your life be blind in vain!"

Wen Jing was a little happy in his heart, even if he cared a little bit about it, he made himself feel good.

Wang Chuxuan took a deep breath, and then said, "That Wenjing, do we have to train in a different way." ”

Falling into silence for a while, Wang Chuxuan patiently waited for Wen Jing's thoughts, Wang Chuxuan's mood was very complicated, and Mo Xiaolin, Mo Xiaoya, who had plundered his ability, made him very resentful.

But without them, he and Yiqing are already people from two worlds, and they don't know whether to be happy or sad, although the two of them are already two worlds now, but the current situation is that he has a thought.

He would occasionally miss that beautiful girl, just like now, Wang Chuxuan was stunned, indulging in the romance of the four seasons that day, if he could, he also wanted to live there for the rest of his life.

Princess Wen Jing sighed: "I originally planned to let Zhong Xuewei compete with you later, but I have been dragging it out, but now it seems that in terms of actual combat in terms of skills, she must be asked to help you improve;

I'll teach you a set of assassin knife techniques first, this is a set of knife techniques that fit your characteristics, the name is the Wind Spirit Knife, a total of four styles. ”

After finishing speaking, he picked an ordinary lady's sword in the martial arts training ground and danced.

The knife was swung wide open and closed, although Wen Jing looked beautiful, but combined with the knife momentum, it gave people a huge pressure like a mountain, the movement was natural and smooth, and the tip of the knife was uncertain, and the joints of both hands could be stretched and extended, which was a set of extremely tricky knife techniques.

The dancers in front of them will bring the sound of the wind, and they don't use the aura to control the slightest bit of wind.

But the wind was automatically generated, and a whistling sound was immediately heard as the tip of the knife slashed.

The final blow, Wen Jing deliberately showed different attack methods.

For example, both hands are stabbed, sideways, horizontally and vertically.

Either way, the final blow will be struck with the wind.

Wang Chuxuan also understood that this knife technique only needs to borrow the wind, not control the wind.

The dancing swords in front of you, as well as the quick swing in the middle, are all in preparation for the final blow.

The four styles of the Wind Spirit Knife seem to be the four uses of stabbing, slapping, chopping, and slashing.

If you use it in actual combat, you can use this sword to kill the enemy forcefully no matter where you attack it.

Wen Jing saw that Wang Chuxuan was pondering, and unconsciously began to wave, feeling that although his strength was very poor, his understanding was amazing, as long as he was given time, he would quickly catch up with those people in the academy.

Wang Chuxuan thought for a while, and Wen Jing forcibly took him into the house, asking him to rest early tonight, and there would be a day of fierce battle early tomorrow morning, and there was time to practice sword skills in actual combat.

Wang Chuxuan couldn't sleep while lying on the bed, the deprivation of strength filled his heart with a haze, at this rate of improvement, could he complete the task in more than a year and return to David to meet Yiqing?

......

The night is like a canopy, which covers everything and contains everything.

In the courtyard of the Rain Arch in the city of Yiyue of the Kingdom of David, several people in white were drinking in the courtyard, and one said: "A few days ago, a group of people were just sent to escort the remains of Jianshan, presumably they should have arrived in the capital of the Great Qi King at this time!"

Others responded, "Almost."

"Damn! Now the whole city is killing people in the streets of the Crazy Academy, but there is no one on our side who can take it except for Mr. ”

"Sir hasn't received the elder's order yet, so it's too embarrassing for us to stay. ”

"Oh, by the way, what's wrong with your wound, why do you think there are worms in Jianshan's body?

One of the men with a bandage on his hand said, "It should be fine, I have already soaked it in medicinal wine, and I think it will be fine in a few days." ”

"Oh! That bug has bitten you for three days, and you haven't seen any better, it's really strange that there are more and more strange things, if there is still bleeding tomorrow, you can go to Mr. to see, maybe he can do something!"

"Well, come, let's keep drinking!" said several people who raised their heads and drank together.

The man with the bandage on his hand raised the wine jar with his other hand and drank bitterly, and just when he raised the wine jar, he suddenly felt a faint pain from the wound, and some of the crispy numb ones didn't take it seriously and continued to drink.

But a few people next to him suddenly exclaimed loudly, he just said that he was drinking too much and didn't care about them.

He didn't look at them until the glass was down, and they all ran to the side, looking at him in astonishment.

Suddenly there was a pain, and something strange came from the arm.

Looking down, dense worms crawled out of his wounds and crawled towards him.